[Method Man]And I'm the street-talkin.. Dog-walkin..Approach me with extreme caution -- oh now you forcinMy +Hand+ to +Rock Yo' Cradle+ often, I'm hot-scorchinBut 'Stone Cold' like Steve AustinIf you smell what Tical cookinAin't tryin to see central bookinSo tell ya goon stop lookin"Know What You Did Last Summer," so I started hookinYou past shooken off an open can of ass-whoopinAin't no tomorrow's in the Method's "Little Shop of Horrors"Go ask your father who the father from the hill to harborYou know tha saga, marijuana blunts and GoldschlagerWith deadly medley, y'all ain't ready for Shakwon and ReggieDon't even bother, the radio for back-up - alright thenYour man got slapped up, extorted for his ice an'Street life is triflin "Body over here!!"Don't make me pull a Tyson and bite a nigga earPrecise an', slicin jugulars, the cut-throatRuggeder, predator, Viking, et ceteraPeople's Champ, niggaz be takin on competitorsReachin for the microphone, relax and light a boneStraight from the catacomb, the +Children of the Corn+That don't got a +Clue+.. Prepare for "Desert Storm"

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[Redman]I scored 1. 1 on my satAnd still push a whip with a right and left acGorilla, Big Dog, if my name get calledI'm behind the brick wall with arsenic jawsSpit poison, got a gun permit drawGun down at sundown - you keep score!This trainin course and y'all ain't fitOn my crew tombstone put, "We all ain't shit!"

[Method Man]Yo, all you gonnabe, wannabe, when will you learn?Wanna be Doc and Meth? Gotta wait your turnI spit A. 41 revolver on New Year's EveWith the mic in my hand I mutilate mc'sThe most slept on since Rip Van Wink'My shit stink with every element from A to Z, so what you think?I'ma blackout on just one drink? You must be crazy!A little off the wall maybe - go get a shrink!